#1535
Bump
Since winter began, the narrator set out to keep himself itchâfree by purchasing bugâcream and planning to apply it whenever neededâbut he never finds an opening to use it, as mosquitoes relentlessly bite him everywhere. The poem describes his itchy spots appearing on socks, shirts, and even his lawn, with vivid images of large bites turning into bumps the size of a pea. Despite dreaming of the mosquitoes' hauntings and feeling bad over the way the bites occurred, he still has no cream in hand, and he wonders if thereâs a lesson or fear behind it all. The narrative ends with him planning to cover up for the next trip while hoping the itch will subside.






















